The Wings You Didn't Have

I wanted to fly.

I have heard so many things about the mighty Sky.

About how it's so beautiful, so great, so vast, and so beyond, that I came to a point where I have wanted to grab it, to shrink it, to keep it inside my pocket. To become him.

I wanted to fly.

The sky was so tempting, so gracious, that it looked like it was telling you over and over again how he has defied the gravity.
The feeling of the wind, the cloud, and the sun. The feeling of floating freely.

So I spread my wings.
And I fell.
Down.
Hard.
Broken.
To pieces.